of the recovery.

That will be a guarantee against my losing my place as railroad attorney.

But old Hugh will never dare to "squeal." He wants social quiet, and he does not care to have his toga of respectability ripped up." "Your motive ?" agnostically demanded Clayton.

I am poor, friendless; you will risk much in this." "There's a sweet little dark-eyed French-descended angel in Detroit, whom I will then marry at once," smilingly answered Jack Witherspoon, "that is, as soon as Papa Worthington has given me the sinking fund.

Any college man is a fool now who marries in these days unless he has the assured income on the principal of a quarter of a million." "Money is the one thing, my boy," sighed Jack.